I whimper as I slide and my body is rasped by the
floor, causing me even more pain. I lay still and try to recover a bit. My
breathing is heavy and my chest moves up and down quickly.
I look around the room, trying to see where I am.
It's like a dark space and there's hardly any light coming in, it's the same room
I've been in for so long. I feel small in this room and it seems the walls push
against me, coming closer and surrounding me, invading the space I already
barely have. All I see is gray walls all around me. Gray walls that have
obviously seen better days, with crumbling wallpaper and rotting
corners with mold. And the smell. God, the smell. It's like too many have died
in here and their corpses have been left here to rot. Generations of cruel
assaults and blows. It's also heavy with the scent of blood that hasn't been
cleaned. Blood that sticks to your skin while it rests on the floor, telling me
without doubt that I'm not the first and I'll definitely not be the last. I
don't want to be in this humid and scary place any longer.
My mother, she used to tell me stories. She used
to tell me that the children who didn't behave got taken away by a mean man.
Sometimes, even if you behaved, he took you anyways. I was very careful after
that for a few months, especially after my cousin left with that man. His
mother cried after him, pleading mercy. That was what my mother did with me
too. Barely a month or so had passed since Jacob when I was taken away too. My
mother was frantic and very nervous, she didn't want this for me. She kept
crying and begging but the horrid man never stopped to listen to her,
everything she did was in vain, even trying to trip him. She knew the
consequences of her acts and of that attitude, with a silenced shot completing
her punishment.
I cringe when I remember her eyes as I was being
pulled away, they were filled with sadness and grief and she was exhausted. As
I rested my eyes on her for the last time, she closed her eyes and collapsed on
the floor, never to open them again. Seeing your mother die, leaving you
her last breath isn't easy, but little did I know at that time that being the
cause of your mother's death wasn't even a tenth of what was to come. I would
endure the pain of my mother's eyes filled with sorrow a thousand times than
continue being under his hold.
There is suddenly a pressure in my ribs, leaving
me gasping for breath. I look up and see lifeless eyes staring back into mine.
The pressure is increased and I shift my eyes from his to look down at my own
mangled body. Blood surrounds me in a puddle, rippling from the effect of
laying on top of it. I'm not sure it's all mine, though most of it probably is.
I whimper out in pain when the pressure of his dirty cleats, purposely glued
onto boots to inflict more damage, is preventing the oxygen to get to my lungs.
When he finally realizes that if he continues, I won't live to keep being his
personal punching bag, I feel the air rushing through my nose again, a laugh
reverberating above me.
My body is marred and mutilated by the vile
creature towering above me. Two months, two months have I suffered him. Eight weeks has my body been crippled through and through by him. Sixty days has
blood seeped out on the floor from all my wounds. A thousand four hundred forty hours has he been
punishing me for the mere fact of existing in this world, when I never did
anything wrong. I didn't even have time to make a mistake before being
violently taken from my mother and given the treatment for a criminal. It
actually seems like I really am in jail. A jail where no criminal would
survive.
Maybe he has finally had enough of me and will
let me go, maybe he'll just choose another and let me wallow in my misery
alone. Maybe there's still hope. Wrong, how very wrong I am. I flinch when he
practices his aim with my stomach, yet again. Sometimes, he just takes a swing
and leaves. Other times it's like he's a robot who mechanically swings back and
forth, bringing me countless pain. This time though, he chooses a more direct
approach.
His foot smashes into my stomach without any
care. Up, down. Rising, striking. A never ending attack. .Each time harder and
each time worse. When he stops for a second, I'm crying out in pain, which only
makes him give me a hard, cruel smile while he yet again rams his body weight
on my tiny body.
I feel really weak. I can't even lift my head up
and my body weighs too much. Before I have the opportunity to get up, he
thrusts his boot into my side, extremely hard, and I close my eyes while I'm
plunged into a deep abyss of darkness and pain, with my limbs thrashing out
searching for any crevice to grab hold of to help me out of this fetid hell.
He bellows out profanities when he sees I'm no
longer fighting him, when I don't even have my eyes open. He spits at me and stomps
out of the room. It isn't the first time he does this, going away without
giving me a second glance. I haven't eaten in days and my stomach is empty,
with the infinite amount of food that I've been able to eat thrown all over the
floor. Apparently, if enough kicks are thrown at your underside, whatever it
held ends up on the floor. Now, it's just another constant pain joined with the
others. I'm not even given the luck of going numb, I feel every bruise, every
wound. I even feel all the broken bones that that bastard has given me. I never did
anything to deserve this.
My eyes are closed but I know it's dark already.
The days pass as a blur here and time no longer holds any meaning to me. I try
to open my eyes, and only manage to see through a very thin line, seeing as
they are really swollen up. I no longer recognize my body as it's been broken
and pulled and slashed all over. I'm not who I was. My energy is rapidly
decreasing and even I can barely hear my heart beating. My throat is sore and dry,
my tongue leaning on the side. The heavy pants have stilled and I try to muster
a bark unsuccessfully. Even my bark, the one thing left to define what I am
anymore, has left me. I used to think that being what I am, I wouldn't have to
be at the hands of evil. I wished I'd never been wrong.
I uncurl my two front legs and stand up unsteady,
only to collapse back on the floor, which only causes to reopen the temporarily
closed wounds again. My eyes are thin slits and there isn't a part of my body
not tangled. I try to drag myself over to the door but I even fail at doing that.
I heave heavily. Any part of me that I try to use is too damaged. I feel dizzy
and I know it's the end. I take one last raspy breath before closing my eyes
forever.
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Animal violence is not a subject to be taken lightly. All over the world, even in the most civilized areas, animals are beaten to death or hit countless times. When you wonder the reason for these brutalities, the answer you try to grasp is that the animal did something wrong. That's a mistake we all make. No mater what the poor creature has done, making another living creature bleed should never be accepted, especially since it probably has no idea whatsoever of what it's done. It would be like beating your neighbor for opening his front door. Yes, it's as ridiculous as that. The next time you get mad at your pet, don't punish him for doing something that comes naturally to him. Remember, it was humans who first introduced animals into our households, taking them from their habitats and forcing them to live a completely different life. The next time you see someone hurting their pet, don't look away disgusted, just act on it, only a few words, that's all it takes. The puppy in my story never did anything wrong, he just was a the wrong place ate the wrong time. The amount of animal victims that fall into cruel hands in incredible.
Facts that might interest you;
http://www.americanhumane.org/interaction/support-the-bond/fact-sheets/animal-abuse-domestic-violence.html
What can you do?
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty/top-10-tips-reporting-animal-cruelty
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty-faq
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty?creative=41403209118&adpos=1t1&device=c&network=g&matchtype=b&gclid=CLKX1c6CzL0CFTMetAoda1AA_w
Anyway, thanks again for reading, I really do love you all.
P.S. I'm going to Portugal for Easter so I don't know if I'll be able to upload. Oh! And my birthday's the seventeenth!!! Yay!
Animal violence is not a subject to be taken lightly. All over the world, even in the most civilized areas, animals are beaten to death or hit countless times. When you wonder the reason for these brutalities, the answer you try to grasp is that the animal did something wrong. That's a mistake we all make. No mater what the poor creature has done, making another living creature bleed should never be accepted, especially since it probably has no idea whatsoever of what it's done. It would be like beating your neighbor for opening his front door. Yes, it's as ridiculous as that. The next time you get mad at your pet, don't punish him for doing something that comes naturally to him. Remember, it was humans who first introduced animals into our households, taking them from their habitats and forcing them to live a completely different life. The next time you see someone hurting their pet, don't look away disgusted, just act on it, only a few words, that's all it takes. The puppy in my story never did anything wrong, he just was a the wrong place ate the wrong time. The amount of animal victims that fall into cruel hands in incredible.
Facts that might interest you;
http://www.americanhumane.org/interaction/support-the-bond/fact-sheets/animal-abuse-domestic-violence.html
What can you do?
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty/top-10-tips-reporting-animal-cruelty
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty-faq
http://www.aspca.org/fight-cruelty/report-animal-cruelty?creative=41403209118&adpos=1t1&device=c&network=g&matchtype=b&gclid=CLKX1c6CzL0CFTMetAoda1AA_w
Anyway, thanks again for reading, I really do love you all.
P.S. I'm going to Portugal for Easter so I don't know if I'll be able to upload. Oh! And my birthday's the seventeenth!!! Yay!
